Quotes About Pond

Fish say, they have their stream and pond;But is there anything beyond?

Time: old cold time, old sorrow, settling down in layers like silt in a pond.

I say a stream leading into a pond, where we can have swans and ducks and absolutely no geese, and we'll live very happily, two old-maid sisters. I do think we should have cats, a great many of them. They won't go after the ducks, will they?" "We'll have cats that are afraid of ducks

Tonight I walked around the pond scaring frogs; a couple of them jumped off, going, in effect, eek, and most grunted, and the pond was still. But one big frog, bright green like a poster-paint frog, didn't jump, so I waved my arm and stamped to scare it, and it jumped suddenly, and I jumped, and then everything in the pond jumped, and I laughed and laughed.

And the pond's stillness nippled as if by rain instead is pocked with life.

In my book entitled 'L'eau et les reves, I collected many other literary images in which the pond is the very eye of the landscape, the reflection in water the first view that the universe has of itself, and the heightened beauty of a reflected landscape presented as the very root of cosmic narcissism.

A narrow pond would form in the orchard, water clear as air covering grass and black leaves and fallen branches, all around it black leaves and drenched grass and fallen branches, and on it, slight as an image in an eye, sky, clouds, trees, our hovering faces and our cold hands.

The sea was the true center of the Greek world: "we live round the sea," says Plato's Socrates, "like frogs . . . around a pond.

Old dark sleepy pool... Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!

Glamour might still have clung to a rakehell who abducted noble damsels, but no glamour remained about a man who had been pushed into a pond in full ball-dress.

I have very fond memories of swimming in Walden Pond when we lived in Boston. You'd swim past a log and see all these turtles sunning themselves. Slightly disturbing if you thought about how many more were swimming around your toes, but also rather wonderful.

Should any dire emergency occur, we are to find Mr. Tinderflint's private pavilion by the park pond and plead for his presence promptly, Peggy." She paused to see if I was astonished at all by her alliterative alacrity. I wasn't.

I won't say my emotions had settled themselves by the time the train pulled into Kyoto Station early the following morning. After all, when a stone is dropped into a pond, the water continues quivering even after the stone has sunk to the bottom.

You might say Gion was like a pond high up on a mountaintop, fed by streams of rich springwater. More water poured in at some spots than others, but it raised the pond as a whole.

Love, we are a small pond.

Marty used to tell her she had the world's worst poker face: her feelings floated across her features like reflections on a still pond.

They went together to the pond. The frogs, frozen by the movement, sat still. Fourteen golden eyes like nuggets gleamed unwinking from the margin. Some squatted on dead reeds and immersed branches. Tranced by the half-apprehended movement above them they relied for safety upon immobility. Some hung by one slim hand like children to a raft. All had been stricken to stone by the human appearance. Only the sun, shifting in the sky, tickled the fire in the nuggets in their green heads.

Nice weather, if you're a duck.

Puddleshine

We're walking down to the east side of the Model Boating Pond because I reckon there'll be fewer people to notice that I'm carrying a talking fox around my neck.

to yearn for ignorance is to embrace the wishful thinking of a child. For once the stone hits the surface of the pond, the ripples never really stop.

Sarusawa Pond is a very special place, because the Emperor paid it a formal visit when he heard how one of the Palace Maidens had drowned herself there. 1 Thinking of Hitomaro's marvellous words 'her hair tangled as in sleep', there is really nothing I can add.

Rin slept inside the oak's thought. Its own memories of weather and growth continued to hum, and like a pond, its stillness reflected back herself.

So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing, and put your lips to the world. And live your life.